Chapter 275
Chapter 275 The Harpy Kingdom
The battle with the winged lions was more like a game!
It was no matter of life and death.
The floating battleship continued to maintain a thick defensive barrier as it slowly flew away from the winged lions’ hunting area.
The adolescent winged lions also seemed to be uninterested in damaging the ship. Rather, they were training the cubs to fly and hunt. Even though they would occasionally tackle the barrier with all their might, they spent most of their time circling above the ship, roaring and trying to intimidate the adepts.
Both parties fought as they flew, and finally, when the floating battleship crossed a raging river, the winged lions stopped their pursuit. They hovered in the air and roared threateningly at the ship before returning home.
It seemed that this ten meter wide stream was the border between them and another group of magical creatures. A blood war would probably erupt between the two if the winged lion crossed the border!
The battleship gradually started to accelerate after leaving the winged lions behind it. It continued to cruise along its planned path within the forest.
According to Greem’s understanding, some mixed-blood harpy witches had joined the adept organizations on the East Coast. Those were the mixed-blood descendants born of human adepts and harpy witches.
Of course, this also proved that some human adepts had really unusual tastes!
The adepts attacked with all their strength to drive the harpies away. They couldn’t be allowed to deal more damage to the defensive arrays protecting the battleship. Spells of every color and effect exploded like fireworks around the ship. One after another, the harpies were engulfed by powerful elementium vortices.
A snowstorm enveloped most of they sky, the chill quickly applying a layer of light blue frost over every single harpy caught in it. Countless harpies tried their best to beat their gray wings, but they could only feel their wings becoming heavier and heavier.
Eventually the harpies started to fall from the sky, screaming as they did so.
They quickly regained their ability to fly after they left the area covered by the snowstorm. Still, the appearance of the storm had disrupted the pace and rhythm of their attack, sowing chaos into the ranks of the harpies.
A wind adept standing not far from Greem released a wind spell with a large area-of-effect. The peaceful skies were suddenly filled with danger and terror. Invisible tornadoes of wind hid in the air. Any harpies that accidentally stumbled into this area would be sliced to pieces by the swirling winds. Pungent mists of blood would erupt in the air.
Greem, on the other hand, didn’t summon his golems or use his Flame Fiend Transformation. Instead he took out his Fire Lord’s Scepter and behaved as any other fire adept would, slowly firing off one fire spell after another.
He ceaselessly chanted and cast spells. His loud and firm chanting of profound and difficult spells rang out, and a red pillar of fire was conjured in mid air. Powerful ripples of fire spread out from the pillar. All of the harpies engulfed by the ripples would be burnt to death. Even those that survived had their wings charred and ruined, and were sent falling a thousand meters towards the ground.
The ordinary adepts had no ability to fly after their feathers had been completely reduced to ashes.
As Greem continued to channel several powerful fire spells, he looked about at the chaos going on around him. Periodically, fire would burn in his eyes and a powerful Scalding Ray would shoot out towards the harpies.
It was way too much of a waste to use Solar Rays against these unarmored and unprotected harpies. The inferior Scalding Ray was more than enough to get the job done!
The Scalding Ray shot out continuously, piercing through the bodies of the harpies and sentencing them to a painful death as they fell from the air. Black patterns would spread all over their body as they fell.
The poison from the Scroll of Voodoo would quickly take their lives even if the Scalding Ray hadn’t managed to kill them.
Feathers and blood filled the air around the battleship.
The harpies were being slaughtered by the adepts!